Walk with me down the alleyway
To my house at the end of roads
It is humble, I must say
But perfection amongst abodes
Bread is baking in the hearth
Chestnuts roasting on the stove
Warmth is melting on the earth
Dim lights hovering up above
I've been living there for years
A better day follows the dying day
Saying nothing; no ear that hears
Whatever little things I have to say.
Walk with me and be the queen
Make my house your jeweled crown
You will forget what you have been
You'll be the kingdom,
You'll be the queen,
You'll be the governor,
You'll be the town.
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